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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.

All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

MDC, Zapp, The Fortunes, Erykah Badu, Barbara Tucker, CMW, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Blossom Toes, The Sisters of Mercy, The Moody Blues, Derrick Morgan, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, the Human League, Tres Demented, Swans, Basic Channel, Lou Christie, In Retrospect, Stockholm Monsters, The Fugs, Bob Dylan, Pantaleimon, The Victims, Heaven 17, Cheater Slicks, Crime, Gastr Del Sol, Ultramagnetic MC's, James White and The Blacks, Pierre Henry, Skaos, Index, Stiv Bators, Dennis Brown, Eve St. Jones, Bluetip, Pagans, Infiniti, Scientists, Kurtis Blow, Albert Ayler, Sun Ra Arkestra, Lindisfarne, Ronan, Altered Images, Arab on Radar, Sonic Youth, UT, Bauhaus, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Malaria!, Vaughan Mason & Crew, These Immortal Souls, Spandau Ballet, The Happenings, Harmonia, PIL, Stereo Dub, Scan 7, Ossler, The Neon Judgement, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.

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)