Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Max Romeo. All the underground hits.

All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Eddi Front, Talk Talk, Minnie Riperton, Inner City, Patti Smith, the Human League, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Brass Construction, Darondo, DeepChord presents Echospace, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Max Romeo, Jerry's Kids, Rekid, Minutemen, Blake Baxter, David Bowie, Peter & Gordon, Heavy D & The Boyz, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Electric Prunes, Arab on Radar, Suicide, Sun Ra Arkestra, Fugazi, Subhumans, The Black Dice, Theoretical Girls, the Sonics, Piero Umiliani, Lower 48, Niagra, Panda Bear, In Retrospect, Bobby Womack, Joe Smooth, Procol Harum, The Martian, Maleditus Sound, Parry Music, The Barracudas, Man Eating Sloth, Larry & the Blue Notes, X-101, Black Flag, T. Rex, Electric Light Orchestra, Kurtis Blow, Crooked Eye, Johnny Osbourne, K-Klass, Black Sheep, Pet Shop Boys, Schoolly D, R.M.O., Jeff Mills, H. Thieme, Roy Ayers, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Moody Blues, Thee Headcoats, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)