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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.

All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Flipper, UT, Graham Central Station, Chris Corsano, Lightning Bolt, The Searchers, Ash Ra Tempel, Chris & Cosey, Cabaret Voltaire, Rites of Spring, Black Bananas, Animal Collective, The Skatalites, The Doobie Brothers, Oblivians, Quando Quango, Oneida, Malaria!, Soft Machine, Scratch Acid, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Marshall Jefferson, The Cramps, Chrome, New Age Steppers, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Marine Girls, Scientists, Sunsets and Hearts, The Techniques, Gong, Franke, Metal Thangz, Godley & Creme, Ituana, Kas Product, The Tremeloes, Shuggie Otis, Blake Baxter, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, a-ha, Nation of Ulysses, Gastr Del Sol, Royal Trux, Pussy Galore, Alison Limerick, The Sisters of Mercy, Dual Sessions, Avey Tare, Davy DMX, John Cale, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Anthony Braxton, Funkadelic, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Tears for Fears, Swell Maps, Section 25, Maurizio, Archie Shepp, Trumans Water, The Stooges, Byron Stingily, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)