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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Index,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.