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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.