OK ... enjoy your old plastic analogs
I prefer chromium dioxide.
Don't get me wrong -- I was overjoyed that most people abandoned vinyl and tape. For 15 years, until people realized how badly they were duped by the music industry, it was the happy hunting grounds. I was hitting every thrift store in town, in a rotation, and buying roughly 50 albums a week. My best-ever score was hundreds of post-war, Blue Note, Savoy and Chess albums. That was basically like winning the lottery.
And occasionally, some old fool would see me going through the stacks and say, "Vinyl, eh? I have thousands of them. I'll let you have them if you haul them away."
So I did, every time. Occasionally the old fool in question actually took care of his records. Rare, but worth the effort of hauling away records. Even more rarely, the old fool in question took care of his records AND had decent taste in music. Most of my punk rock collection came from one such haul-away. It was basically like handing me grain sacks full of C-notes.
Then, around 2008, collectors started reappearing. Ten years later, and it's not worth it to visit thrift stores. There's a line of people waiting to paw through the stacks of beat-up gospel records. I got serious about vinyl at just the right time -- right after the Universal fire burned all the master tapes. I knew then that "what's out there now" is as good as we're ever going to get for a massive swath of modern music.