Infinitely Losing My Edge
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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.