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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.

All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Clear Light, Peter & Gordon, Eurythmics, Glenn Branca, Dead Boys, The Last Poets, Electric Prunes, Hardrive, The Velvet Underground, Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Brick, Nils Olav, Unrelated Segments, A Certain Ratio, The Young Rascals, Scan 7, Lalo Schifrin, Soul Sonic Force, The Standells, Television Personalities, Glambeats Corp., The Detroit Cobras, Delta 5, The Dave Clark Five, Deepchord, Brand Nubian, Sugar Minott, Stockholm Monsters, Judy Mowatt, Quando Quango, Eric Copeland, Blancmange, Cal Tjader, Harmonia, Royal Trux, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Shuggie Otis, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Pagans, Bad Manners, Scrapy, Aloha Tigers, Gang Green, Albert Ayler, The Misunderstood, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, DeepChord presents Echospace, New York Dolls, Donny Hathaway, Eric Dolphy, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Zeros, Yellowson, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Fluxion, The Modern Lovers, The Red Krayola, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.

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)