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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.

All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Flipper, Fluxion, Q65, The Tremeloes, Ultravox, Pagans, Yusef Lateef, Bush Tetras, Bobby Womack, Rapeman, Robert Wyatt, Henry Cow, Avey Tare, Bootsy Collins, Ronan, Aaron Thompson, Gregory Isaacs, Harry Pussy, Cabaret Voltaire, Hot Snakes, Reagan Youth, Gang Green, Flash Fearless, a-ha, The Raincoats, The Royal Family And The Poor, Warsaw, X-Ray Spex, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ultimate Spinach, The Detroit Cobras, Dawn Penn, Lebanon Hanover, Curtis Mayfield, Aswad, Kool Moe Dee, 10cc, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Symarip, Sexual Harrassment, cv313, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Thompson Twins, Zapp, Pole, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Urselle, 8 Eyed Spy, A Flock of Seagulls, Wolf Eyes, Moby Grape, the Slits, Circle Jerks, Stockholm Monsters, AZ, Gabor Szabo, Rufus Thomas, Parry Music, Black Pus, Faraquet, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.

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)