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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.

All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Khruangbin, Parry Music, Sound Behaviour, Thee Headcoats, Monks, Joyce Sims, ABBA, Radio Birdman, Kenny Larkin, New York Dolls, Spoonie Gee, Unrelated Segments, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Q65, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Audionom, Sam Rivers, Stiv Bators, Minutemen, John Holt, Brothers Johnson, Black Moon, Country Joe & The Fish, X-102, Ossler, Idris Muhammad, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Oneida, Symarip, Bizarre Inc., Peter and Kerry, Gastr Del Sol, KRS-One, Agent Orange, The Golliwogs, Kool Moe Dee, The Offenders, Swell Maps, Banda Bassotti, Sparks, Excepter, The Fugs, Curtis Mayfield, R.M.O., Tommy Roe, Jesper Dahlbäck, Sister Nancy, DNA, Roxy Music, D'Angelo, Rosa Yemen, Eric Copeland, David Axelrod, Smog, Minny Pops, Scion, Big Daddy Kane, Kaleidoscope, Bootsy's Rubber Band, A Flock of Seagulls, Slave, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.

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)