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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.

All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lightning Bolt, Ajijia Myrayebe, Pussy Galore, Motorama, Q65, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Ultimate Spinach, Cal Tjader, The Dirtbombs, The Cure, L. Decosne, Howard Jones, It's A Beautiful Day, Barbara Tucker, Bobby Hutcherson, Los Fastidios, Gregory Isaacs, Jeru the Damaja, Joe Smooth, Black Pus, Gil Scott Heron, The Sound, Larry & the Blue Notes, Urselle, Crispy Ambulance, MC5, Rod Modell, Joy Division, The Music Machine, The Dave Clark Five, K-Klass, Amon Düül, Roy Ayers, Flipper, Marine Girls, Subhumans, Girls At Our Best!, the Normal, Grandmaster Flash, Shuggie Otis, Oneida, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Jesper Dahlback, Radio Birdman, Aswad, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Television, Kango’s Stein Massive, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Juan Atkins, Babytalk, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Ornette Coleman, The Barracudas, Livin' Joy, the Soft Cell, Mary Jane Girls, The Zeros, Eddi Front, The Standells, Animal Collective, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Black Dice, UT, UT, UT, UT.

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)