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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.

All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nation of Ulysses, Girls At Our Best!, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Sarah Menescal, Pharoah Sanders, Erykah Badu, Interpol, Dawn Penn, The Residents, Pole, Sandy B, Eden Ahbez, Delta 5, The Velvet Underground, The Human League, Alton Ellis, Tears for Fears, Dennis Brown, Pet Shop Boys, Ituana, Pierre Henry, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Cal Tjader, Qualms, Prince Buster, The Cowsills, Jimmy McGriff, James Chance & The Contortions, These Immortal Souls, London Community Gospel Choir, Yazoo, Spandau Ballet, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Fortunes, Harmonia, Sparks, Model 500, John Foxx, 10cc, Kool Moe Dee, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Agitation Free, the Slits, The Beau Brummels, Unwound, Archie Shepp, Black Pus, D'Angelo, Fluxion, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Camberwell Now, Siglo XX, Juan Atkins, Silicon Teens, Bang On A Can, Wally Richardson, Sexual Harrassment, Don Cherry, The Gun Club, Barry Ungar, Lyres, The Cosmic Jokers, A Flock of Seagulls, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.

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)