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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Symarip, UT, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Joe Finger, Section 25, Aural Exciters, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ralphi Rosario, Inner City, Steve Hackett, Carl Craig, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Amon Düül II, F. McDonald, Barry Ungar, Charles Mingus, Soft Cell, Zapp, DJ Style, Boredoms, Moss Icon, Television Personalities, The Techniques, Lakeside, The J.B.'s, Model 500, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Unrelated Segments, Angry Samoans, Dual Sessions, Mantronix, Gil Scott Heron, The Fall, Marc Almond, Gichy Dan, Andrew Hill, It's A Beautiful Day, Lou Reed, Man Parrish, Electric Light Orchestra, The Flesh Eaters, Ituana, Ponytail, The Birthday Party, The Litter, Lungfish, cv313, Bill Wells, The Motions, Gang Gang Dance, Cameo, Stiv Bators, Donald Byrd, Scott Walker, Moby Grape, Traffic Nightmare, One Last Wish, Gang Starr, Idris Muhammad, a-ha, Infiniti, Eric Copeland, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.

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)