Their kind of enduring, semi-iconic mid-level fame no longer exists. If they have thirty-ish equivalents now, you can be certain that, if they live to their seventies or eighties, they will not be remembered by anything like the same number of people or with anything like the same degree of fondness. Maybe the superstars will be.
Or the presidents.
Permit me to doubt.
(“Superstar” B. Bramlett/L. Russell)