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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.