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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.

All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Isaac Hayes, Delon & Dalcan, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Busters, Smog, The Chocolate Watch Band, Scientists, Skaos, The Cramps, Janne Schatter, F. McDonald, Basic Channel, Susan Cadogan, Patti Smith, Mission of Burma, Sly & The Family Stone, Pierre Henry, Donny Hathaway, Reuben Wilson, The Tremeloes, Iggy Pop, John Foxx, Black Pus, Dorothy Ashby, Kings Of Tomorrow, Neil Young, FM Einheit, Todd Rundgren, Michelle Simonal, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Scratch Acid, Infiniti, JFA, Tres Demented, Dennis Brown, kango's stein massive, Unwound, Jeff Mills, Angry Samoans, EPMD, Dark Day, Gabor Szabo, Flash Fearless, Sonic Youth, Roxy Music, Suburban Knight, Marmalade, The Dave Clark Five, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Johnny Clarke, Robert Hood, Pulsallama, The Fuzztones, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Todd Terry, Dead Boys, Wasted Youth, Nas, Accadde A, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.

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)