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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.

All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Fuzztones, Lucky Dragons, OOIOO, The Standells, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Deakin, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Roger Hodgson, Sister Nancy, Junior Murvin, L. Decosne, PIL, Erykah Badu, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Skarface, T.S.O.L., Schoolly D, the Sonics, Aaron Thompson, The Associates, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Brick, Tommy Roe, Gabor Szabo, Terrestrial Tones, The Shadows of Knight, Janne Schatter, Sarah Menescal, Spoonie Gee, Newcleus, Pierre Henry, Girls At Our Best!, Public Enemy, Livin' Joy, The Monochrome Set, The Misunderstood, Delta 5, R.M.O., Desert Stars, Country Joe & The Fish, Joy Division, Eric Copeland, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Cybotron, David Axelrod, Second Layer, John Holt, Stetsasonic, Fela Kuti, MDC, Lalann, Lee Hazlewood, Suburban Knight, Eli Mardock, Quantec, Cymande, Patti Smith, Ralphi Rosario, Rotary Connection, Kayak, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.

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)