Not bad! A sense of continuity wd help.  Decent chops & phrasing. No one can touch The Master, Roger Troutman -- especially his incredibly long, sustained vocoder vibratos, ringing out in the night; his eclectic guitar riffing styles -- a la Prince, a la Wes, a la Hendrix, a la Roger! and his sheer presence. Saw him at the I-Beam in SF, a small intimate club, and they carried him out on their backs, while he played his axe.  In the end I think they all stripped to their undies.  A little wilder