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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.

All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lakeside, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Graham Central Station, Zero Boys, Guru Guru, Crash Course in Science, Rhythm & Sound, Black Moon, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Toni Rubio, China Crisis, Godley & Creme, Niagra, John Lydon, The Velvet Underground, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Kenny Larkin, The Gap Band, Mars, James White and The Blacks, Camouflage, Eric Dolphy, The Sound, Section 25, Adolescents, D'Angelo, the Normal, Royal Trux, Brand Nubian, Boz Scaggs, Grey Daturas, cv313, EPMD, Archie Shepp, Darondo, The American Breed, Lyres, The Smiths, Organ, Minnie Riperton, The Kinks, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Monks, Alphaville, Ultravox, Suburban Knight, Curtis Mayfield, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Sonic Youth, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, David Bowie, Kas Product, Wolf Eyes, Amon Düül, Funkadelic, Sixth Finger, Dead Boys, Ronnie Foster, The Cowsills, Bronski Beat, 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)