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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.