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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.