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I was just listening to the Bush Tetras, and they said, 

‘You can’t be funky if you haven’t got a soul’. 

(‘Can’t be funky’, from New York Noise, Rough Trade.)

Not, ‘if you haven’t got soul.’ No, they said, ‘a soul’. I think the only way out of this is to read it as a-soul, that is, the ‘a’ of the Perfection of Wisdom texts, a negating prefix cognate to the a of anomie and apathy. Hence, we can take this to mean, 

‘You can‘t be funky if you haven’t got no-self.’

Taken this way, a proper experientially grounded realization of enlightenment is a necessary but not sufficient precursor to being funky.

There, now I feel much better.