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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.