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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.

All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Stockholm Monsters, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Pussy Galore, Joensuu 1685, Gang of Four, Eric B and Rakim, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Drexciya, The Leaves, Groovy Waters, Wally Richardson, The Walker Brothers, Talk Talk, Louis and Bebe Barron, Harry Pussy, The Dave Clark Five, The Tremeloes, Loose Ends, Marc Almond, Max Romeo, Qualms, Pylon, Cymande, Hashim, The Moody Blues, John Foxx, Bush Tetras, Heavy D & The Boyz, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Angels of Light, Kerri Chandler, Excepter, Ajijia Myrayebe, Subhumans, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Jerry Gold Smith, Shoche, Marvin Gaye, Agitation Free, Skriet, Country Joe & The Fish, Mantronix, Supertramp, Gian Franco Pienzio, It's A Beautiful Day, Todd Terry, Electric Prunes, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Residents, Fad Gadget, World's Most, Zapp, Urselle, Idris Muhammad, Sam Rivers, Sarah Menescal, DJ Sneak, Ponytail, Smog, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Crash Course in Science, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)