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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scion 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.

All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Görl, Barclay James Harvest, Prince Buster, X-102, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dual Sessions, Wally Richardson, Gang Green, Cameo, The Victims, Clear Light, Nils Olav, Qualms, Cal Tjader, Ornette Coleman, Trumans Water, The Human League, Suicide, Rekid, FM Einheit, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Fort Wilson Riot, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), the Normal, Kings Of Tomorrow, Scan 7, Buzzcocks, Vladislav Delay, Radiohead, Cymande, Delta 5, The Star Department, The Doors, X-Ray Spex, Fad Gadget, Yellowson, Brothers Johnson, Godley & Creme, Pet Shop Boys, Stockholm Monsters, Amazonics, Black Moon, Sound Behaviour, The Raincoats, Lou Christie, Ken Boothe, Archie Shepp, Stiv Bators, Unrelated Segments, The Count Five, Delon & Dalcan, Grandmaster Flash, Derrick Morgan, Symarip, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Fugs, Altered Images, Tim Buckley, Mars, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)