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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.

All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Men They Couldn't Hang, Boogie Down Productions, Rhythm & Sound, Radio Birdman, Gastr Del Sol, Chrome, DeepChord presents Echospace, Robert Hood, Pantaleimon, Sun City Girls, Moebius, Model 500, Toni Rubio, Animal Collective, James White and The Blacks, Silicon Teens, Gong, MDC, Yaz, Peter & Gordon, The American Breed, Altered Images, Drive Like Jehu, Adolescents, Subhumans, Soft Cell, Spandau Ballet, Bizarre Inc., Archie Shepp, Sad Lovers and Giants, Au Pairs, Little Man, The Toasters, Pussy Galore, The Count Five, The Residents, Nas, Pet Shop Boys, Supertramp, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Pretty Things, Blossom Toes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Prince Buster, Popol Vuh, Pharoah Sanders, The Blackbyrds, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Public Image Ltd., Crispian St. Peters, Lungfish, The Real Kids, Panda Bear, Harry Pussy, Pere Ubu, The Divine Comedy, Flamin' Groovies, Nik Kershaw, The Beau Brummels, FM Einheit, Aural Exciters, Marine Girls, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.

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)