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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.

All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, Sun Ra Arkestra, Cheater Slicks, Terry Callier, The Knickerbockers, Fad Gadget, Ralphi Rosario, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Godley & Creme, Nirvana, The Searchers, Rhythm & Sound, Babytalk, The Dave Clark Five, Sugar Minott, Silicon Teens, Tom Boy, Scrapy, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, China Crisis, Mad Mike, Lou Reed & John Cale, Simply Red, Echo & the Bunnymen, Trumans Water, Tropical Tobacco, Ken Boothe, Donald Byrd, the Fania All-Stars, H. Thieme, The Blackbyrds, Moebius, AZ, Erasure, Unwound, The Black Dice, The American Breed, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Electric Prunes, Jandek, Theoretical Girls, Vaughan Mason & Crew, La Düsseldorf, Massinfluence, The Raincoats, Liaisons Dangereuses, Eden Ahbez, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Eddi Front, Ten City, Laurel Aitken, Be Bop Deluxe, Andrew Hill, Visage, Symarip, a-ha, Matthew Halsall, The Fall, Tres Demented, CMW, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.

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)