There are countless points during Body of Work , the new hour-long behemoth from Edward Skeletrix , where the multi-hyphenate artist stares dead into the proverbial camera. He sounds like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “I need help writing this song,” he mutters on “Slavery.” “Please save me from the studio.” On “Conference,” after crooning for a minute over eerie, undulating tones, he interrupts himself to murmur, “This song could’ve been fire, but I need more motivation.” The songs he chooses not to rap over he often titles with some variation of “Art Is Sucking the Life Out of Me” (“Art Is Sucking the Life Out of Me Bro,” “Art Is Sucking the Life Out of Me OK,” “Art Is Sucking the Life Out of Me Fr,” etc.). Body of Work is the latest opus from the most confounding rapper I’ve ever listened to. Skeletrix uses music as a stepping stone for his pursuits with fashion and AI-embellished visual art; he claims he’ll never do a concert in his career.…