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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.

All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Smog, Swans, Easy Going, The Names, Selector Dub Narcotic, Crooked Eye, Pantytec, Talk Talk, Al Stewart, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Associates, Pere Ubu, It's A Beautiful Day, Sexual Harrassment, Robert Görl, Bobby Womack, The American Breed, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Young Rascals, The Velvet Underground, Henry Cow, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Barrington Levy, The Gladiators, Soft Machine, June Days, Harpers Bizarre, The Sound, Vladislav Delay, Robert Hood, Joyce Sims, OOIOO, Black Bananas, The Stooges, The Black Dice, Scan 7, Silicon Teens, Max Romeo, Fluxion, Louis and Bebe Barron, Aloha Tigers, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Toasters, The Divine Comedy, Zapp, Mantronix, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Gian Franco Pienzio, Kayak, Kool Moe Dee, Bobby Byrd, Black Flag, The Pop Group, The Standells, Rapeman, 10cc, The Monochrome Set, Quando Quango, D'Angelo, Urselle, Glenn Branca, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.

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)